Predators

Sleepover

“I went home once, about 15 years ago, with my ear pierced. It traumatized my father. I think it unleashed pent-up feelings of loss about his best friend who’d been killed in World War II. He never talked about Ted until then, and now he doesn’t stop.”

Channel Markers

There’s an arrogance about these people, the way they tear down cottages and put up permanent homes, how their docks extend farther into the river than anyone else’s.

Off-season

She slips out of her sandals and lets the incoming waves sweep over her feet. The water must be cold, but she stands there still, as if frozen. An invitation. Or not.

Kiss it Better

We were alone so she pouted, looking my way because I was the man, the one supposed to know about things. I didn’t. In matters of home repair, we were both equally incompetent. But, because I was the man, I refused to let on.

Civilization

“We got the go-ahead for a new fundraising campaign on female genital mutilation. They also agreed to send me to a conference on FGM in Montreal in February so I can get a feel for the issue.”

“They’re sending a man?”

“It’s my job. I’m writing the package and co-ordinating the launch of the campaign next fall.”

“It’s not a spaceship. It’s a human rights issue.”

Circumcision through Words

I walk out of the bedroom and sleep on the futon, knowing my distance is more terrible for her than words.